at last i begin to consider my mind’s disorder favourable. when i was still a little child i admired the hardened convict on whom the prison door will always close; i saw with his eyes the blue sky and the flowwer-filled work of the fields; i followed his fatal scent through city streets. i shall recognize what i alone have been put on this earth to do, what unique message i alone may bear, so that i alone can answer to its fate.
